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I have opened several word documents only to close them blank. Not that I have nothing to write but I just didn’t have the inclination to. Today, I woke up like I would every other Sunday afternoon. Normalcy. But it just changed. Today is different. Today I wrote. Or I’m writing. I still don’t know where this is leading to but it feels like home. It feels so natural. When I shut my eyes I can actually hear the sounds of the gentle wind and the steady beat of my own heart. This right here is bliss! The snow has thawed and melted as has my frozen heart, the tears flow free and easy now.. Perhaps going with the theme, I have dreamt of him for the second time in a row. This baffles me and at the same time I don’t want to make too big of a deal out of it. Irrational and suicidal? Now where have we heard that before? My emotions are breaking free too. If I weren’t trying to counter effect I would have been proud.
Somewhere between the crazy cold and the crazy heat (the weather has been crazy hasn't it?) I graduated, realised I was in love and changed continents. Yap, it's been a long time. But I'm growing again. Changing. And I am less busy so I will write more. I've been away for a while but I'm back now. My writing style has changed too. I'm a little less dramatic than I used to be, but I still have tons to tell about the insanity that surrounds me. The good, the bad and the oh-no-you-didn't! I will be taking down some of my previous entries so I can create space and way for the present. Clean slate. And maybe it's time I named the blog too. We'll see.
Happy reading.
Love,
Jasmeen Marie.
